Sad Leaves of Eternity (Elder Works)

'Great Father, Spirit of the Forest, guard with Thy eternal caress my silent Bride... a thousand circlets spread, and the stream will soon renew its smoothness, but my Life has flown away with Her last breath.' Elves' life flows from Forests' life, and death is eternity, or the fusion with the eternal Soul of Trees. This is part of my old works, my first tablet-made picture. Yet it's my beloved one, strongly curled in my Soul. Many of you noticed the error in her pose... it's true, 'cause her head should lay down completely. Please forgive... errors are part of Life, and cannot delete emotions.